Hazeal

Our journey was silent and I appreciated the silence because I think if Brian had spoken to me or consoled me I would have cried again.

When we were close to my pack house, Brian finally spoke.

How are you feeling? He asked me.

I nodded my head slowly Im fine or I will be once I get answers

He sent me a smile before turning to face his front.

I hope you find them, Hazeal. Within the short while Ive known ...